That night, on the Jingli gourmet Street of andu city.
In the crowd, cui Lizhu was holding a stick of fried stinky tofu in her left hand and a box of cold cakes in her right hand. She handed them to Zhao Yu and said,"Boss, help me eat this, I really can't eat anymore ..."
Zhao Yu's eyes were fixed on the crowd, and he didn't react at all.
"It can't be?" Cui Lizhu looked around, then quickly pulled Zhao Yu to a long bench and asked him with concern,"boss, please, we're just here to have fun. Can you stop thinking about your case?"
"No... No..." Zhao Yu shook his head numbly."These days, the string has been too tight. I can't relax for a while. What did you just say?" What do you mean you can't eat?"
"The cold cake ..." Cui Lizhu handed the cold cake to Zhao Yu and said,"don't lie to me, your eyes have already betrayed you!"